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rekindlenpcs) wrote in touchscreens2014-08-01 12:52 am
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[For fourteen seconds, all any can hear is a faint static coming from all devices connected to the city network. Cellphones, terminals, communication devices of any kind... Perhaps a whisper or two in the background, but nothing that could be truly made out behind the din. However, fifteen seconds after midnight, the flames of the candles all mysteriously light themselves if they weren't already lit, and the voices become clear as crystal. It is all one: male, judging by the bass tone and, for those watching, dark silhouette amidst a blindingly white glare.]
Good evening, guests of our most... esteemed science division and citizenry. Many of you may question why it is that suddenly, a thin veil has overtaken parts of the town since the annual summer festival. I am here to answer that question and more.
[The figure bows deeply before raising to full height.]
Unfortunate as it may be, there are but few means to enter the walls when they have been closed. This much has been true since the days when the gates between districts were wide, and trade flourished. For all its talk of community and friendship, these traits the leaders have always kept exclusive to those within than those without. Therefore, we who remain in the wastes forced our way in.
[The figure lifts his arms, a pompous air about him as he speaks.]
Yes, it was those of our number a small band of you located three months prior. The young ones, who left the writings on the walls. I, who first successfully hacked into their networks. All for the sake of this day, that I might speak to you all freely without the censorship of our most esteemed scientists.
In the many months of our silent vigil outside these grand walls, we have come to realize a simple truth: the leaders and this society have little interest in educating any of its so-called "guests" in any means other than simply lengthening your lifespans as well as their own. A state of stagnation, rather than slow death. Those from the shrine, like your sweet High Priestess can do aught but leak that which they are "allowed" to by the heads of the different science divisions. Or perhaps none among you found it odd that rather than Rhea responding to our more zealous members, it was the one who wished to silence any attempt to speak out against their own agenda?
[he bows deeply once more.]
As the leader of this band of mischief makers, I do apologize for their disruption of your daily lives. However, we of the Rangar do not believe in stagnation, but in an active course against the pseudoscience these defectors and skeptics practice. With how many candles were lit of the listener's volition tonight, I need not ask what it is you seek.
The door is open for all. The seeker need only speak.
[The feed then ends, but so long as the candles are lit, there seems to be no reaction in order to silence this apparent leader.
But when the flames go out, only the following text can be seen:]
THIS ENTRY HAS BEEN FLAGGED AND BEEN REMOVED FOR FALSE INFORMATION AND SLANDER AGAINST THE RULING PARTIES OF THE CITY.
Good evening, guests of our most... esteemed science division and citizenry. Many of you may question why it is that suddenly, a thin veil has overtaken parts of the town since the annual summer festival. I am here to answer that question and more.
[The figure bows deeply before raising to full height.]
Unfortunate as it may be, there are but few means to enter the walls when they have been closed. This much has been true since the days when the gates between districts were wide, and trade flourished. For all its talk of community and friendship, these traits the leaders have always kept exclusive to those within than those without. Therefore, we who remain in the wastes forced our way in.
[The figure lifts his arms, a pompous air about him as he speaks.]
Yes, it was those of our number a small band of you located three months prior. The young ones, who left the writings on the walls. I, who first successfully hacked into their networks. All for the sake of this day, that I might speak to you all freely without the censorship of our most esteemed scientists.
In the many months of our silent vigil outside these grand walls, we have come to realize a simple truth: the leaders and this society have little interest in educating any of its so-called "guests" in any means other than simply lengthening your lifespans as well as their own. A state of stagnation, rather than slow death. Those from the shrine, like your sweet High Priestess can do aught but leak that which they are "allowed" to by the heads of the different science divisions. Or perhaps none among you found it odd that rather than Rhea responding to our more zealous members, it was the one who wished to silence any attempt to speak out against their own agenda?
[he bows deeply once more.]
As the leader of this band of mischief makers, I do apologize for their disruption of your daily lives. However, we of the Rangar do not believe in stagnation, but in an active course against the pseudoscience these defectors and skeptics practice. With how many candles were lit of the listener's volition tonight, I need not ask what it is you seek.
The door is open for all. The seeker need only speak.
[The feed then ends, but so long as the candles are lit, there seems to be no reaction in order to silence this apparent leader.
But when the flames go out, only the following text can be seen:]
THIS ENTRY HAS BEEN FLAGGED AND BEEN REMOVED FOR FALSE INFORMATION AND SLANDER AGAINST THE RULING PARTIES OF THE CITY.
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Okay. So let's hear your pitch. What do you want from us?
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[If a smirk could be heard...]
Eyes and ears on the inside. We have gone nigh a century with no news from within the walls. In exchange, we'll divulge any information we can from the outside. No strings attached.
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[Information is never just information. Information is valuable. It's interesting, though, that he's so ready to volunteer the fact that he has someone on the inside. Or, more specifically, that they do.]
I have more questions first. That scrap of paper, that design's like your badge, right? Care to tell me why you're asking us for help when you guys attacked us with those snowmen?
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That would be the work of the Order's youngest delvers into the black arts. Their actions were not of the Order's, and have been punished to the measure of their crime. Harming the innocent is not what we intend to achieve in our endeavors.
However, I cannot blame them for their wish to enact vengeance upon those what have caused them so much pain over the century.
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All right. [She supposes she'll play along for now.] What kind of information are you looking for?
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[More so, considering she can't get in any of the ways she could back home. So, first off, she'll ask for what's already been offered up front.]
So what information do you have to give?
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[As for that...]
Information on current ongoings outside the Dead Zone, the events that led to their need to bring any from other worlds, and ways to prevent this from spreading further.
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[Because that could actually be useful in getting into places, maybe. Better info about this than outside. Of course, this was offered "no strings attached", so...]
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..."To an extent" meaning the missing piece: they haven't told us how this happened.
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I wasn't here for that. So what happened?
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I'm afraid the rest of this I can only speak of in person.
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Don't suppose you've got a meeting place set up?
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Got something you want to be called, by the way, or should I make something up?
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[As he gives the metaphorical finger salute any way possible.]
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Right, Zeloph. I guess it's already showing my name, but call me Fortuna. You can't miss me.